Keep flaunting. Keep strutting. Rub it in my face for all I care. Good to know you have a new belle to show. But guess what: I simply do not give a damn.

I'm happy with my life. I enjoy its pace and direction. I don't need some random ex to ruin everything for me because I have moved on and I am more than contented enough with my new beau.

That's that. That's the way it's going to be.

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I was in a daze as the week went by. I garnered excellent test scores in my Filipino class but did very shabbily in my first quiz in Chemistry, sad to say. Most of my classes have been rather dull. One particular subject teaches us about the life and works of J. P. Rizal (I still cannot fathom why and how he became our national hero) and I witnessed most of my classmates on the verge of slipping into a coma.

I am very grateful for my iTouch, because it has helped me survive the extremely boring lectures and wordy sermons of my professors. The girls in front of me were actually doodling at the back of their notebooks. One classmate of mine fell asleep, and there was a speck of drool on his paper when he had awakened. Yes, that's how my week went. Not much of a thrill.

I visited my boyfriend today and I enjoyed myself. I am hoping that he had a marvellous time too. Out of boredom, I explored Facebook and I was tagged by one of my friends to audition for the music ministry of our church. Ah, audition. Such a frightening word. I can still recall the many times I had to audition for dancing, singing, and acting-- how my breath would be all shaky, how my hands would be cold and clammy, and how my knees would buckle as I stood before the panel.

I can sing, I can carry a tune. I have taken voice lessons from professionals-- but can I handle the stage fright? I remember how my previous auditions went: not very good. I need to learn how to stop being nervous because I do things terribly. And, well, I am just really afraid of getting rejected.

To audition or to not audition? I have two weeks to think about it.

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